TIARA THORNELLS
I had been asleep for so long that I lost track of time. Even before I opened my eyes, I became aware of the world stirring outside the carriage. I could hear birds chirping softly, their morning songs drifting through the wooden walls like a gentle breeze. The rhythmic clatter of hooves echoed nearby, joined by the faint wheezing of horses. Then, there were footsteps rustling against the grassy ground, as if someone was pacing just outside.
That was when I slowly forced my eyes open. Everything still felt heavy and groggy, but curiosity nudged me awake. I turned my head toward the window. The curtain had already been drawn aside, allowing a flood of golden light to pour in. Daylight. We had already reached morning.
“We are ready to depart, Your Highness,” a knight said
